I'm a sex shark and a total badass. I've been to juvie. Ask the guards at Lima Juvie. I'm happily engaged and madly in love with a hot blonde named Quinn Fabray.
(Just an RP account. Not affiliated with Glee, RM or any of the cast members.)
Quinn fell her eyes roll to the back of her head as Puck’s crotch rubbed against her center. Another low moan skipped through her lips and she had to clamp her teeth down on her lip to keep from it being louder. “P-Puck, you’re sick.” She was trying to stay strong but it was harder, in every sense of the word. “You’re not being fair, you know that right? You know I can’t say no to you.” Another moan left her lips before Quinn leaned forward and kissed him hard, not caring if she got sick.
Puck knew Quinn couldn’t say no to him so he tried to pull all the stops he can to persuade Quinn to give in. And when Quinn kissed him hard, he knew it was a success. Puck smirked into the kiss as he kissed back, pushing Quinn back against the kitchen sink to grind his clothed erection against Quinn’s center harder. His hands went from her ass up to her back, running his hands under her uniform’s top to feel skin on skin contact. “Tell me you don’t want this..” Puck breathed out as he kissed his way down to her neck. “And I’ll stop.” He placed hot wet kisses on her sweet spot, having memorized were it was.
Quinn felt her eyebrow raise again as she looked at him. “You are not getting laid while you’re sick, Puckerman. It’s just not happening.” Her words were betrayed by the soft moan that left her lips when she felt his hands on her ass. But Quinn still shook her head. “Baby, no. Your mom could walk in at any moment and you’re sick. When you feel better, maybe.”
Puck put on his signature pout and stared at Quinn. “She’s coming home tomorrow. She took two shifts today.” He continued to squeeze Quinn’s ass cheeks, almost kneading them like clay or doe. Puck moaned softly, feeling aroused a little. He rubbed his half-hard erection on Quinn’s front and placed his mouth right next to her ear. “Not even if you take me for a little ride?” Puck’s voice was still hoarse due to his sickness but it still sounded very sexy.
Quinn let her eyes roll just quickly. “But you can’t always go without medicine. It might make you drowsy, but it’ll help.” The blonde sighed and shook her head. “I shouldn’t get so pissed off, so quickly. I need to work on my temper.” She laughed softly, watching the smirk rise on his face. “What are you thinking about, huh?”
“Naaah. You don’t have to work on your temper. We could always have angry sex.” Puck quirked his eyebrows and laughed softly. “Well don’t you remember anything that happened in this kitchen?” He looked around and pointed at a certain counter. “Right there.” Puck put down his arm and looked back at Quinn. “Anything?” He continued to smirk as his hands went lower and stop right on her ass, squeezing them slightly.
Quinn sighed softly when she felt Puck’s arms wrap around her. She half melted into his embrace before shaking her head. She spun in his arms, and wrapped her own around his neck. “I just want you to get better. I don’t like when you’re not feeling good,” she mumbled softly before shaking her head again. “I shouldn’t have forced you.” Quinn leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips, her nose scrunching just slightly at the taste of cough syrup.
Puck snorted softly when he saw Quinn’s nose scrunch. He kissed her again. “I’ll eventually get better.. It’s just medicine makes me drowsy and I hate it. And mom said that I shouldn’t drink medicine every time I get sick.” He shrugged his shoulders softly. “I don’t know.. I just don’t wanna to piss you off anymore.” Puck sighed and held his fiancee tighter. He smirked when he remembered something that happened in that same kitchen last year.
Quinn raised an eyebrow at his instant laughing, not yet catching onto her word stumble. when he began speaking, the blonde felt her face pull into a glare once more. As Puck continued to laugh, Quinn stood up and poured the couch medicine right into his mouth. “There, laugh about that.” She walked herself into the kitchen to rinse out the cap before screwing it back on.
Puck started choking once Quinn poured the cough medicine into his open mouth. So he thought of trying to swallow whatever was in his mouth and just get over with it. Once he successfully swallowed it, he still coughed due to the cough medicine and the fact that he’s still sick. He slowly sat up and continued to cough. Puck stood up, still coughing, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Once he got to drink some water, he looked at Quinn tiredly and slowly walked over to her. “I’m sorry, baby. Sorry for being a douche..” Puck wrapped his arms around Quinn from behind.
Quinn continued to glare at her fiancee, her eyes going somewhat cold. “Noah Puckerman, if you do not take this coffee medicine I’m cutting off our sex. For at least two months.” She didn’t want to have to resort to threatening him, but Quinn needed him to feel better. She didn’t want to give Mrs. Puckerman another reason to be mad at her, and she didn’t want to see the love of her life come down with bronchitis.
Instead of worrying and be threatened of what Quinn just said, Puck snorted through his hands and started laughing. He laughed so hard that he finally laid on his back, seeing Quinn through his peripheral vision, and his hands went down to his stomach. “C-Coffee medicine?” Puck couldn’t stop laughing. “I don’t have problems with staying a-awake.” He laughed some more and coughed at the same time. Puck held on to his stomach, feeling it ache a little. His eyes were closed and his mouth was opened wide due to all the laughing and the coughing.
The blonde raised an eyebrow at her boyfriend, trying not to laugh at how cute he was. “Please, baby? I want you to get better. And you make me drink it.” She held his gaze. She knew he was stubborn but when it came down to it, Quinn could be just as stubborn as he was, if not worse. She cared about her finacee and wanted him to get better. “Don’t make me force feed it to you. Your cough is horrible and if you don’t take something, it could turn into bronchitis.”
“My cough is normal.” But then Puck started coughing like crazy again and ending with a big sigh. He looked up at Quinn and his eyes widened, His hands remained over his mouth and with all the strength he has left, Puck turned around so that his back was facing Quinn. “No medicine!” He mumbled out loudly for Quinn to hear loud and clear. “I’d rather have bronchitis than drink any medicine!” Puck groaned and frowned, feeling his throat aching.
Quinn stopped when she heard Puck’s coughing and shook her head. She slipped out of the kitchen, and wondered off towards the bathroom. She pulled open the medicine cabinet. The blonde grabbed a bottle of cough syrup and headed back towards the living room. “Fine, no soup. But you are taking cough syrup.” Quinn knelt down on the side of the couch, and pulled off the cap. She poured a small amount into the little cup and handed it to him. “Don’t argue.”
Puck groaned as a protest. “Noooooooooo.” He didn’t like drinking medicine ever since he was a kid. Sure his mom’s a nurse and he tells Quinn to drink medicines whenever she got sick but he never drinks them himself. Puck prefers the natural way of healing, just lying down and drinking lots of fluids. Even sleeping for the whole week if needed. He covered his mouth with both of his hands and shook his head. “No medicine.” Puck mumbled out through his hands.
“Baby, you haven’t eaten?” Quinn let out a groan of her own and shook her head. “That’s it, I’m making you soup. And don’t you dare try to tell me no.” Her voice was serious as the blonde stood from the couch. She placed a kiss on his lips, just gently before walking into the kitchen. His mom had to have stuff to make just chicken broth so he got something in his stomach.
Before Puck could even stop Quinn and grab her hand, he started to cough uncontrollably and violently. It’s like all the coughs that he tried to stop were now trying to get out of his body. He was coughing so hard that he thought he was going to vomit. “I..” Cough. “Don’t..” Cough. “Have appetite.” He said the last two words quickly before coughing again. He didn’t want to eat anything. His throat was aching and he didn’t have an appetite at the moment. He just wanted Quinn. Puck sniffed and pouted once his coughs stopped.
